First and foremost,I am a South African writer of sometimes fine fiction, poetic commentary, ramblings & musings about my beloved South Africa and the world at large. Please forgive me if my commentary does have dreamer like leanings and tendencies, honestly I do try to behave. Secondly, I am creative in a grammatical sense, but I humour myself, thinking how grand it is that I bastardise a colonial language with such flair and arrogance. Now pat on my back by way of my explanation mark ;)
Monday, May 18, 2009
Roar Deal!
South African streets cry and bow.
Where does thou hide?
C'mon! Show your pride.
And yet - look at the Fox,
Walking London majestically.
Eating food semi domestically,
Ignoring stories of them acting slyly.
How the foreigners talk,
They hear tales of you walk.
Yet you nowhere to be seen,
Maybe its time you came clean.
Safari parks is where you are mister,
Parading for many a rich visitor.
From big game to big money,
Did you sell your country?
Copyright ©2006 Luciano Vandyar
Just a fun poem, bit tongue in cheek.
Your life never wasted Mr Mandela (2006 )
they tried, he smiled.
The fighter in his corner.
Robbed! Robbed! and Deceived.
Out for the count, they thought...
We counted, they watched, he waved , we cried.
The fighter now grey in grandeur, 27 the count.
Marvellous! Marvellous! Madiba!
The Undisputed Peoples Champ.
They watched, he never struck, they lied, he smiled.
To some, a life wasted.
Never! Never Again!
...A life robbed, living on Robben.
By Luciano Vandyar
Copyright ©2007-2009 Luciano Vandyar
* Nelson Mandela was an amateur Boxer in his youth.
Friday, May 15, 2009
My Political Naiveté of great men who once were.
My Political Naiveté of great men who once were.
Recently I wrote a cynical blog greatly criticising the South African government on refusing the Dalai Lama entry to
My knowledge of this spiritual leader I have to admit was rather boxed, mostly influenced and confined to the romanticised splatterings seen in newspapers and on television aside from occasional chatter. I knew, there was this great messenger of peace, who wanted only liberty for his country and to be granted independence from the frequent human rights transgressor, mainland
It all started with me watching a 1992 Woody Allen movie, Husbands and Wives, the last starring him and Mia Farrow together. Me being me and my annoying new habit, I googled the movie off my phone, and along with usual synopsis, a little background info surfaced and I found out that the they had only a son together (aside from adoptions), who is now estranged to him due to Woody being in a relationship with his sons step-sister. So I read on about this son, Ronan Farrow, who was something of prodigy, whilst many celebrity offspring look to an MTV Sweet 16 party, he was accepted into Yale Law school at the age of 16 which he deferred to go work as an advisor for Unicef. He is quiet the journo and activist, voicing his concerns on
It was in response to those articles I came across, “Friendly Feudalism – The Tibet Myth” by Michael Parenti, posted up by a writer. It basically served to set right this Shangri La/Paradise Lost image of
This so called peaceful previous
I guess after his travels and experiences, the Dalai Lama, watching a changing world, is much more enlightened. One must wonder though if this will go down well with those exiled elite Tibetans, who make up a close group of his confidants. Will this new
After having read all of this, I stepped back to think of those who grew wiser through the passage of time, no one is born a saint but rather a work in progress, learning as we move along. Recently I have learnt of many utterances by an early Mahatma Gandhi in the Indian Observer Newspaper that does not exactly mesh well with the saintly image I had of him. I to, then learnt that he needed to go his course, he had his failures, but only through them did it lead to enlightenment. I note to myself, that he once ridiculed a black man along the lines of being ignorantly simple, a gatherer, living out his life in near nakedness, something Gandhi later opted for when he returned to India.
So do I rip up my Che Gueverra T-shirt for finding out about his downward spiral into madness and mayhem? He’d have surely sentenced most of the officials at
Do I want someone to blow the dust of Nelson Mandela’s Madiba magic? With leadership comes courage and compromise, a balancing act very uncompromising. I must admit I’m too sensitive for this political bliss.
Power corrupts, absolute power crushes, quiet diplomacy subsides, underground democracy rages, there will be reprise and they will rise, so the cycle will continue, tides will turn, cultures overturn, civilizations born at the death of another, freedom fighters or terrorists, pessimists or optimists, to take up arms or peacefully work the farms, His-story or History, for where great men once walked lurks the shadow of a human being who once lived, whilst all around us, powers beyond us have kicked in, economic smeltdown and global meltdown, we simply look to live, watching MTV on our flatscreen TV.
By Luciano Vandyar
***Please note that these are ramblings of a human being, who is flawed and a contradiction of sorts and thought;)
Extra source reading :
Friendly Feudalism: The Tibet Myth – http://www.michaelparenti.org/Tibet.html
"No Olympic Medal for Bush," by Ronan Farrow, published in the Wall Street Journal, 11 July 2008. - http://online.wsj.com/article/SB121573874309444673.html
"The 'Genocide Olympics'," by Ronan Farrow and Mia Farrow, published in the Wall Street Journal, 28 March 2007 - http://www.genocideintervention.net/network/pressroom/coverage/2007/07/25/961
Wednesday, March 7, 2007
Youth Differs (2004)
All I see is hooded youth,
Hiding to be men.
Trusting in god to be gold,
And all else that glitters.
Durban(South Africa)
All I see is hoodwinked Youth,
Forced to be men.
Trusting in glue not to be cold,
and all else that sends shivers
I wrote this after having lived in London for 2 years, noticing the difference in problems that belie youth from a 1st world country to that of youth in South Africa. Having lived there I often questioned the bottomless pit of money with regards to benefits and all sorts of government handouts there. I arrived in this country, had no job and was offered a credit card with a £1000 credit when I opened my first bank account, excuse me ? lol! Thankfully I held out:) I guess it was a sign of things to come, that was 2004 before the credit crunch.